I’m blogging from the Border’s on King Street(or shall I say Mayhem Sprawl Street?) in Billings. It’s a beautiful and humid-less 80 degrees with a nice breeze. Quite a relief from the awful humidity of the midwest.

I’m blogging from the road because I’m elated over the new wolf ruling which put the animals back on the endangered list.

Driving the night of the fifth, I did not get to my campsite in the Chippewa National Forest (Minnesota) until five in the morning. When I pulled into the site, a group of ravens were cawing and loon song echoed across the lake. I knew something was in the air and it turned out to be this great ruling which temporarily puts a stop to the overdone wolf hunts in Idaho and Montana. What was a fairly innocent hunting season had begun to turn into a demented and bizarre blood lust, and Molloy was right for putting them back on.

I drove through a wicked storm last night on the way to Billings, only to find out later this storm smashed a few houses and telephone poles. Quite the interesting drive.

Today I am headed to Big Timber and the Gallatin National Forest where I will be holed up for a week doing a bit of fishing and photography. I have no chance of seeing a wolf, but I know they are there.

Time to hit the highway, the Beartooths are calling.